[in tha cd playa: coalesce "012: revolution in just listening," shiner "the egg," december calls "ruins of the ring," fin fang foom "with the gift comes the curse."] - in my head, coalesce is playing "what happens on the road always comes home."
yeah. it's like the 5th of july. i wonder if there were any mad freaky terror attacks like the government kind-of-but-not-really hinted at a month or so ago?
ah well.
today i went to spider-man 2 and thouroughly enjoyed the second helping of kirsten dunst's nipples through a wet shirt, much like the first film.
i am on the good ole naproxin sodium for what feels like a spear through my ribcage, and thusly, to avoid the threat of stomach bleeding, i am unable to dance with the two bottles of harp in the fridge.
yep. exciting. brats and burgers and tater salad and deviled eggs and a movie and just about to go wreak some havok with GTAIII. that game never gets old.
arrright, i'm out.
yeah. it's like the 5th of july. i wonder if there were any mad freaky terror attacks like the government kind-of-but-not-really hinted at a month or so ago?
ah well.
today i went to spider-man 2 and thouroughly enjoyed the second helping of kirsten dunst's nipples through a wet shirt, much like the first film.
i am on the good ole naproxin sodium for what feels like a spear through my ribcage, and thusly, to avoid the threat of stomach bleeding, i am unable to dance with the two bottles of harp in the fridge.
yep. exciting. brats and burgers and tater salad and deviled eggs and a movie and just about to go wreak some havok with GTAIII. that game never gets old.
arrright, i'm out.
JUL 05, 2004 12:10 AM
what was that for?
ow.
dude, for real, knock it off.
what, the beer? it's ok, it's an exercise in self control, proving to myself that i'm still in touch, still not using a crutch.
monkey? WTF?!? why monkey?
don't fuck with that guy, he's fuckin pissed.
